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Meek Milly

 

Meek Milly

(album: Blessed Lil Bastards 3 - 2018)


[Yung Mal:]
Huh
Gudda Tay on every beat, nigga
Gudda, Gudda, Gudda, Gudda, Gudda, yeah

They tried to hold me down, like I'm Meek, I'm chasing milli' (Cash)
Pull up to the spot, we got P's, nigga, just like Diddy
We gon' ride on they ass like it's Philly
Send hundred shots, we gon' make them boys feel it
Still in the pot in the kitchen
Used to be hot, mama whipped me with switches
Now I pull in the hood in a Bentley
Hah, hoes on my dick so I'm dropping the top
One in the head, it stay cocked (Cocked)
Know a hater gon' hate but I'm never gon' flop
You think that's your ho, boy, stop (Boy, stop), huh
I had that ho at the spot
She fucking the gang, we send her to the bus stop, huh
Cash run too long, nigga got racks on racks, this shit don't stop

Got carats inside 'em, my watch don't tick, it jump like a bunny hop
We gon' spin an opp's block with the stick
Every night, nigga, shit ain't gon' never stop
I'm feeling like Pac
Death around the corner, I'm going hard 'til my heart stop
I know that they plotting, they watching
Wanna take my spot, wanna get what I got
Whether they like it or not, I'ma be at the top
With them bands, bitch, sipping a four of Wock' (Mud)
And before I die, I'ma leave my son with like twenty M's in the stash spot (M's, cash)
We running through millies
New watch Richard Mille
Rocking Adidas, Raf Simon
Bitch I feel like Meek Milly (Mill, hah)

They tried to hold me down, like I'm Meek, I'm chasing milli' (Cash)
Pull up to the spot, we got P's, nigga, just like Diddy
We gon' ride on they ass like it's Philly
Send hundred shots, we gon' make them boys feel it
Still in the pot in the kitchen
Used to be hot, mama whipped me with switches
Now I pull in the hood in a Bentley
Hah, hoes on my dick so I'm dropping the top
One in the head, it stay cocked (Cocked)
Know a hater gon' hate but I'm never gon' flop
You think that's your ho, boy, stop (Boy, stop), huh
I had that ho at the spot
She fucking the gang, we send her to the bus stop, huh
Cash run too long, nigga got racks on racks, this shit don't stop

[Lil Quill:]
Think this your ho? Boy, stop
She cannot hop in this whip, she gotta go to the bus stop
Double G, got bumblebees all on my low-tops
These VVS diamonds be hitting on my tank-top
So many racks, what I can't cop?
Gotta run this shit up 'til my heart stop
Bustdown on my wrist like a raindrop
Rolls Royce, no, this not a Range
I just got me a big old bag
I just hopped in the foreign with the big old dash
Stack it up, I got big old cash
Still gon' hate on the side, they big old mad
Bad bitch with a big old ass
Put that bitch on the curb like some big old trash
All these carats, they really gon' dance
Big rocks, water, splash

[Yung Mal:]
They tried to hold me down, like I'm Meek, I'm chasing milli' (Cash)
Pull up to the spot, we got P's, nigga, just like Diddy
We gon' ride on they ass like it's Philly
Send hundred shots, we gon' make them boys feel it
Still in the pot in the kitchen
Used to be hot, mama whipped me with switches
Now I pull in the hood in a Bentley
Hah, hoes on my dick so I'm dropping the top
One in the head, it stay cocked (Cocked)
Know a hater gon' hate but I'm never gon' flop
You think that's your ho, boy, stop (Boy, stop), huh
I had that ho at the spot
She fucking the gang, we send her to the bus stop, huh
Cash run too long, nigga got racks on racks, this shit don't stop

Gudda Tay on every beat, nigga

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